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Chapter 891: Existence

Seconds later, Wang Zikai appeared above him, Zhang Wei still strapped to his back. Another punch descended.

Qilin rolled aside, cane clutched tight.

Boom! Wang Zikai\'s fist shattered concrete, sending debris flying. Zhang Wei pressed his face against Wang Zikai\'s back, cowering from the stone shrapnel.

Wang Zikai pursued Qilin with renewed intensity. Qilin, now steady on his feet, waited with cane raised, inviting the approach.

Wang Zikai grinned. An honest fight—just what he wanted.

As he closed in, his sharp nose caught a scent: rot and corruption.

Poison!

Wang Zikai leaped backward.

A wound split open on Qilin\'s right palm; black blood gushed out and dripped to the ground, forming a large pool of black viscous blood. Inside, there seemed to be some sort of insidious, corrupted microorganisms.

The black pool transformed into dense fog, creating a ten-meter barrier around Qilin.

"Shit, another cheater!" Wang Zikai spat. "Why won\'t anyone—monster or human—just fight straight up?"

"Typical of that despicable old man!" Zhang Wei\'s surprise quickly faded. This was exactly like Qilin.

Though Zhang Wei\'s Confidence granted some poison resistance, he\'d focused solely on building Wang Zikai\'s immunity to Eidos. He couldn’t make Wang Zikai immune to poison now with only a few words.

Zhang Wei\'s mind raced. As Wang Zikai\'s second brain, he had to decide: press on or retreat?

This was his first mission. Helping Wang Zikai kill Qilin would cement his place among the Nine Scions. Even Sister Ying would have to acknowledge him.

But Patient was unpredictable. One hit could mean death for them both.

Then clarity struck as Zhang Wei analyzed the situation:

Limitless Evolution and Patient aren\'t his original Talents. They must have time limits.

Few among the Ocean River Union can pose a threat to us. Well, the same is true about the Nine Scions and the Zodiacs.

Still, Wang Zikai can fight. Time’s on our side!

Zhang Wei was suddenly much more confident.

He patted Wang Zikai, telling him to stay put at the moment. Then he shouted at Qilin—both to test the water and to boost morale, “Qilin! Your Eidos isn’t going to work on us! Today will be the day you die!”

Through the poisonous mist, Qilin\'s thin frame leaned on his cane, his outline wavering. Zhang Wei saw the faces of fallen companions flash through his mind, their laughter echoing in memory.

"Qilin!" he snarled. "You allied with a pride monster and started a civil war for your selfish desires! Thousands of deaths lie at your feet! Die ten thousand times, and still you couldn\'t atone!"

"Haha."

The figure in the black mist chuckled, composed with a touch of haughty derision.

"What gives you the confidence that you\'ll win, Zhang Wei?"

Zhang Wei fell silent.

Zhang Wei\'s instinct screamed danger, yet logic insisted Qilin was cornered. Were he truly threatened, though, Qilin should be using Azure Dragon and Blood Amber as diversions to escape. His calm confidence suggested otherwise.

Wang Zikai tracked the poisonous mist\'s movements, seeking an opening. Suddenly, he felt Qilin\'s energy surge and expand.

Reckless but not completely moronic, Wang Zikai instinctively retreated. "Something\'s not right."

Qilin took a step forward with his cane. The black poisonous mist flowed, and his face became clearer. There was a chilling coldness and viciousness to it.

“Let me ask you this, Zhang Wei. Do you know humans?”

“What do you mean?” Zhang Wei was flabbergasted.

“Do you know the ultimate mission of humans as higher lifeforms?” Qilin put the question in another way.

Zhang Wei fell silent. Wang Zikai was even more confused. He could understand each word, but not when they were put together.

“Let me explain to you.” Qilin took another step forward. “The ultimate mission of humanity is to exist. No matter what price we must pay, humans must exist.”

"Who doesn\'t want that?" Zhang Wei found his voice. "Who doesn\'t want to live? We\'re all fighting for survival! You pontificate like you have the moral high ground while murdering your own kind!"

"You\'re wrong." Qilin\'s steady advance continued. "Living doesn\'t mean existing."

"You\'re out of your mind! Just a psycho!" Zhang Wei\'s composure cracked. Finally, he was certain—Qilin was simply insane.

"How absurd." Qilin\'s soft sigh carried infinite pity. "Why waste breath making you understand?"

He emerged fully from the poisonous mist. Moonlight revealed his face, freezing Zhang Wei and Wang Zikai in shock.

Qilin\'s left eye blazed brighter than ever, but his right socket gaped empty—or rather, his right eye had melted into black blood that streaked his face. A subtle, malevolent sweetness tainted the air.

Qilin raised his cane to the night sky, arms spread wide, voice thundering:

"Rise! Howl!"

"Dance! Sing!"

"White phoenix, bloom amid the tune of puppet!"

...

Gurgle.

While Qilin was speaking to Zhang Wei, bubbles had broken the river\'s surface near Qingyang Bridge. Gentle ripples grew to violent waves, laced with pulses of white energy.

As "white phoenix" left Qilin\'s lips, a water spout erupted skyward. When it fell, a figure remained—a white mummy, sacred yet horrifying in the moonlight.

The form was feminine, athletic and slim. Only its abdomen bore a crimson stain where something had been carved away.

It was the dead life monster from the black sarcophagus, buried in the Ni Nation desert\'s underground temple.

Losing his right eye, Qilin smiled with blood streaking down his lips.

"Tonight, none of you are getting out of here."